Beneath The Mask

115. Nothing But Eternal Love For You!

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Cath's POV:

"Michael." I sighed. "What are you doing out here at this hour?"

He stared at me; his face blank, and devoid of the usual smirk or smile, but he didn't look angry or sad either. With his hands inside his jacket pockets, he shrugged. "Am I not allowed to visit my girlfriend now, or should I go get permission from James for that?"

"I.." I began, but before I could speak another word, he twisted the knob open, and entered inside. Had it been open all this time? If only I would have had the brains to try that!

"You better come inside if you don't want to catch a cold." His voice sounded from afar.

I entered in, and shut the door behind me. Michael was already seated on the couch with the television running. Blue and white light illuminated his face and I couldn't help but stare at his profile.

"I am sure I would look better up close. You can try it if you want to." He leant back on the couch with his eyes still on the TV.

I tried to suppress the smile on my face and took a seat beside him. His arms slowly wrapped around the back of my seat but other than that there was no movement from him. We sat still for a few minutes until I decided to break it.

"I am sorry."

"What for?" His eyes were still on the TV.

I tucked a stray of my fallen hair behind my ear. "We haven't been spending much time together lately, and I know it's because of me."

He shrugged, still not giving me his attention, and it was beginning to annoy me. "It's okay. It's not like I am dying to talk to you or anything."

My heart fell immediately, and it felt like someone had shot me a thousand times. I knew that he had been angry on me, but not this much. Tears started to brim on my eyelids, but I didn't want to spill them in front of him.

"I am sorry." I mumbled, and got up, but he grabbed my wrist, and pulled me down next to him again.

"Has anybody ever told you that you're bad at reading sarcasm? You're supposed to coax me, not get away from me like that."

"What do you mean?" I sniffed.

"I love you idiot." He cupped my cheeks, and looked into my eyes; his eyeballs darting all over my face. "Don't you get it? I am upset that I am not able to be with you all this time! I wanted you to come for me! How many times do I have to accidentally run into you in college, or go on with the pretence of having to visit Sam for you to finally realise that it's been for you; it's all been for you?!"

I stared at him flabbergasted. He sighed and rolled his eyes before he moved closer towards me, holding both of my hands together in his. "Will you ever fight for me?" He whispered like he was afraid to break the silence of the night. "Or is it just going to be me all the time?"

His hands hesitantly reached towards my face until he finally cupped my cheeks. My eyes seemed transfixed on him and I couldn't look away. "Please say something." He whispered.